I sighed as I stared at the clock.

I was at work, as usual, waiting for my shift to be over. It was almost 9:00 at night, but Logan was coming over to my house to hang out for a bit.

After the party at Kendall's house, Logan drove me home and we made out in his car for at least 10 minutes or more. I'm surprised the papparazzi weren't spying on us in the bushes.

Logan was such a sweetie, but I couldn't help but think if he thought he was above hurting girls because of his fame. What am I saying? Logan wouldn't do that.

The clock struck 9:00 and I left the hospital. It was a little chilly outside tonight, and there was no one out and about. I wonder what's going on.

As I made my way to my car, I was attacked with what seemed like a thousand flashes and questions from every angle.

"Is it true you're dating Logan Henderson?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Are you cheating on him with Justin Bieber?"

I stuttered as I tried to unlock my car after being blinded from all the lights.

What am I supposed to say?

"I don't know what you're talking about! Leave me alone!"

I hopped into my car and drove away from the parking lot as the paparazzi let me through.

Jeez, we only started dating yesterday and they're already on my case. The nerve of some people.

I drove home and saw Logan sitting on the floor, playing with Rex. Actually, it was more like Rex was beating Logan up with his tail whacking him in the face.

"I'm home!"

Logan looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey there."

I walked into the living room and sat down beside him. Rex licked my face and sat down on my lap. For such a big dog, he wasn't that heavy.

"So, something interested happened to me at work today."

He raised his eyebrow, "Did you have to change an old man's diaper or something?"

I laughed, "No, and that's not funny either."

"Then why are you laughing?"

I laughed some more, "Because it is funny, but it's not nice."

He smirked, "I know it isn't."

I caught my breath, "Anyways, when I was getting in my car to leave, I was attacked by the paparazzi."

He looked at me with a look of shock and agitation. "Damn leaches. They think they have to know everything."

I hugged him, "I didn't know what to say so I just told them that I didn't know what they were talking about and that they should leave me alone."

He wrapped his arm around my waist, "Good. But next time, just don't say anything to them. They'll find out about us soon enough, but I refuse to talk to paparazzi."

I smiled, "I understand what you're saying."

He smiled, "Good. Soooo what all did they ask you?"

"Well, they asked if we were dating and if you were a good kisser."

He put on his famous smirk, "You should've told them I'm the best kisser on Earth."

I playfully hit his side. "Don't let it go to your head, Loggie."

"I try not to. But really, am I a good kisser?"

Was he really asking me this?

Instead of replying with words, I closed my eyes and kissed him softly. He was tensed up at first, but he melted into it whenever he got what I was doing.

I parted from him and smiled, "Yes, you are."

He smiled and kissed me again, "Thanks, babe."

I almost became completely hypnotized by his eyes until my phone buzzed, making me lose concentration. I thought about just ignoring it, but something told me it was was important.

I pulled the device out of my pocket and opened the new text message from James. James? What does he want?

Can we meet up and talk somewhere, alone? It's really important.

I gulped quietly, I couldn't meet him up while Logan was here. He'd get suspicious. I texted him back after much thought.

I'm with Logan right now. Meet up when he leaves?

"Who you talking to, baby?"

I looked at Logan and faked a smile. If I told him I was talking to James, I'm not sure how he'd react.

"Oh, just my mom. We're real close."

He smiled back, "That's cute. I love a girl who's close with her family."

I blushed, but went white when my phone buzzed again. I opened the text slowly.

Ok. Meet me at the park?

I assume he's talking about the one down the street from my house. I hope that's the one he's talking about anyways.

Sure thing. I will text you when he leaves.

I sighed and looked down. I was still in my purple scrubs from work.

I giggled lightly, "Excuse me while I go rid myself of the stench of the sick and elderly."

Logan chuckled, "Uhh, okay then."

I ran upstairs to my room and changed into an old t-shirt and some sweatpants. I walked back downstairs and saw that Logan wasn't in the living room.

I walked into the kitchen, and found no one. I walked back upstairs and looked in every room in the house. No Logan.

"Logan? Where'd you go?"

I walked back towards the kitchen and saw a figure outside of my sliding glass door that led to my very small backyard.

I opened the door slowly and saw Logan sitting on the porch, humming a song that I didn't recognize.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?"

He turned around and looked at me. He signaled for me to sit on his lap, so I did and he wrapped his arms around me.

"It's a beautiful night. I came out here to look at the stars. I haven't had a chance to do that in a long time. I can't see them from my place."

"Well anytime you wanna see the stars, just come on over."

I could tell he was smiling without looking at him, "I plan on it. I used to star gaze all the time when I lived in Texas."

I leaned back and put my head on his shoulder. "I've always wanted to go to Texas. I have relatives there, but they've always come to our house in Ohio. So I've never seen their house or anything like that."

"I'll have to take you home with me someday. It isn't very far from here, actually."

"Really?"

"Really. It's maybe 2 hours at the most."

I smiled. The thought of us going to Texas together seemed like a lot of fun. Would I meet his parents?

Oh, what am I saying? We haven't been dating for even a week!

My mind tends to get carried away with the idea of me living happily ever after.

I shook away the thoughts and relaxed into Logan's arms. I knew he had to go to work tomorrow to film some more episodes for the show, so he wouldn't be here much longer.

I was shaking after awhile, so Logan held me tighter. He must've thought I was cold. He was wrong.

I was shaking because I was nervous. Nervous? Why am I nervous?

Oh, right. I was meeting James later tonight and I think he has a thing for me.